Hello, Spontaneity (The Result Of A Mind On Overdrive)

I mentioned on Christmas Eve that there might be an entirely new assortment of songs spinning in my head and skipping beats in my heart, and that statement unsurprisingly rings true. For some reason, I had the wildest urge to listen to Velvet Revolver yesterday morning…And then more songs manifested themselves into the conscious part of my brain.

The beautiful noises that spin and skip are as follows (you know the drill)…

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

I would apologize for all the Velvet Revolver, as well as the other random artists, but I’m not because, quite frankly, I don’t have to. What can I say? I’ve been in love with Scott Weiland’s voice since I was twelve years old, and as for the latter, I’ve learned to get out of my comfort zone as far as music is concerned, and broaden my horizons. The result: What you see above, an open-minded approach towards music…

 

 

…Okay, so I added one addition to the already grand list. Only because the song popped into my head, causing my fingers to effortlessly glide across the keyboard, not because of the irony of putting Atreyu and Avenged Sevenfold in the same post…If you haven’t the slightest idea of what I’m talking about, acquire yourself a May 2006 issue of Revolver, and read the Atreyu article…Regardless of anything, I’ve loved both bands since I was fourteen and if it hasn’t changed in the past seven years, I don’t see it changing anytime soon.

A little open-mindedness and spontaneity can go a long way.

A Very Sleepy Christmas

My bedroom smells like gingerbread, courtesy of the Frosted Gingerbread candle burning on my desk. The living room still smells of the ‘Tis The Season candle my mom bought a week or so ago, where the new Christmas tree (our fourth or fifth one to be exact) can be found along with the Christmas cards we received this year, taped to the doorway leading to the kitchen. Even though yesterday was Christmas, it didn’t feel different from any other day.

I somewhat felt like a little kid again, staying up until early in the morning, waiting for Santa to come, even though I know he wouldn’t make an appearance until I was fast asleep. The only problems with that equation are that there isn’t actually a Santa Claus, I’m (unfortunately) not a child anymore and I wasn’t accompanied by any high hopes for a stranger bearing gifts because the presents were already under our tree. Okay, that’s a lie. I didn’t completely feel like I was five again, but you get where the stereotypical nostalgia comes into play.

I found myself staying up until four in the morning, accompanied by the familiar acquaintances sleeplessness and a stomach-ache. I finally managed to go to sleep, only to be woken up some four hours later. Strangely, it wasn’t that big of a deal, my slumber being interrupted. Usually, it would be because I don’t get enough sleep as it is, but yesterday was different. It was Christmas.

As every year, once everyone was awake, fully or not, it was time to open presents. I opened two boxes, finding inside a really pretty framed painting, a lacy grey top that would be perfect to wear to a New Year’s party (if I had one to go to) and a grey ‘boyfriend’ cardigan I’d seen at Target a couple of weeks ago that I regretted buying until yesterday…Not to mention the money I’d received on Christmas Eve or the day before, and the box of Ferrero Rocher my brother opened before I opened my second box…What can I say? I’m a chocolate lover, and my parents know it.

The rest of my Christmas went as follows:

Sleep, sleep and more sleep.

I fell asleep and woke up at noon or so, only to fall back to sleep. I finally got my ass in gear and got my afternoon started (yes, afternoon). For some reason, I always kind of feel bad if I fall asleep on a holiday (or sometimes any day) for a long period of time, but it wasn’t like I was doing anything. Honestly, I wasn’t. My family wasn’t doing anything for Christmas, other than opening presents, holiday dinner and hanging out. When it comes to Christmas, or any holiday for that matter, my family is usually pretty chill. Nothing special, really, just celebrating it with family and being thankful for what it is we do have, not what we don’t.

All and all, this Christmas was a good one. While it was the first Christmas without my sister, and somehow lacked the cheer it previously had in all my 21 years, but I have no complaints.

…Scratch that. I do have one complaint…

I couldn’t find Rudolph The Red-Nosed Reindeer on any channel. Sure, there was A Christmas Story on for 24 hours as it for as long as I remember, the History Channel having plenty of things on about Jesus (even though it seemed like the contents of said specials concerning Christ should be shown during another time) and an Indiana Jones marathon, but no Rudolph. I proceeded to search the for the good ‘ol red-nose by name on TV, only to find that he won’t be making an appearance until New Year’s Eve, in Rudolph’s Shiny New Year.

Figures. The one time I actually want to watch something that’s Christmas-related, it isn’t even on. Just my luck. Thankfully, New Year’s Eve is only four days away, and the fact that there will be an all day Twilight Zone marathon makes it even better. While Netflix does have the show amongst the endless amount of shows that are featured, it only has seasons 1-3 and 5. After countless hours of watching it earlier this year, I still don’t get why that season is absent. Oh well. Like some things in this vast world, this green-eyed girl may never know.

Even though this Christmas honestly didn’t feel like, well, Christmas, it was still a great one. I would be lying if I didn’t say it was. Granted, there was only one piece of Cheesecake Factory brand cheesecake and no hot apple cider consumed by yours truly, and more than one nap taken, but you get the idea. Whether this year had that particular cheer or not, it doesn’t change the fact that it was a good one at that.

The trademark Ohio snowfall made it all the more sleep-inducing.

A Glimpse Into The Mind, Pt. 2 (Never Gonna Stop)

It happened again….Random songs are bouncing around inside my brain.

I have to admit, while some of them are the ones I posted a couple of days ago, there are new additions thrown into the mix. Special thanks to my taste in music for discovering such diversity and freedom, and to YouTube for having the arsenal of videos right within my reach.

The songs that are swirling around in my head on this here Christmas Eve are as follows (yet again)…

 

 

 

 

 

 

I do hope you enjoy what the inside of my brain has to offer so far this week. I have a feeling there will be a whole new array of songs spinning in my head and skipping beats in my heart sometime soon…And if it doesn’t happen soon, then that means there are no songs buzzing in my skull and/or I’m enjoying the festivities of the season…Cheesecake and hot apple cider, you shall be mine.

Another glimpse into my pretty little mind, I don’t think it will ever stop racing.

 

A Glimpse Into The Mind (That Never Stops)

Usually, there are a million things running through my mind head at any given moment. From possible blog topic ideas and potential poetry, to plans for the day/week and whatever songs from a band that is currently on shuffle, you never know what you’re going to get.

Oddly enough, this week has been, well, an odd one…

Random songs have been running through my head. From when I’m brushing my teeth, to when I’m listening to a completely different song, random music indeed finds its way to make itself known.

The songs that have been swirling through my head this week are as follows…

 

 

 

 

 

 

And the newest addition to the beautiful noises buzzing around in my head. Mainly because it was a link on the Eighteen Visions vid…Plus, it’s Avenged Sevenfold. You can never go wrong with A7X.

 

 

There are two new songs that are running through my head…I amend and blame YouTube, respectively. Amend for having a multitude of videos, blame because too many early mornings can be wasted watching music videos, instead of being ‘wasted’ writing.

 

 

 

I would say that you now have an idea of what goes on inside my pretty little brain, but that would be redundant. On this blog, I share all of my musings, thoughts, obsessions, etc., so you already have said idea, but I think it’s a better idea actually…You now have a better idea of what races through my mind, not to mention how my taste in music has evolved over the last ten years. What once was Avril Lavigne and Good Charlotte, is now Neon Trees and Black Veil Brides.

It’s truly incredible how quick time passes sometimes.

A glimpse into the mind can bring back the kind of nostalgia you thought was dead and buried.

‘Curse’ Broken (Winston McCall & The Squirrel Trio)

I stayed up until 3:30 this morning, fighting another temporary bout with my friends, the ever-foreboding sinus headache and not-so-temporary stomach pain (or “tummy troubles” as the little boy on the Culturelle commercial would say). Oddly enough, those obstacles didn’t stop me as they have been for the past couple weeks.

After letting my body and immune system dictate what was going to be accomplished and what wasn’t, they finally took a break. I finally made it to the community college I’ve been meaning to for the last month, and it feels like a weight has been lifted from my shoulders. I had been somewhat dreading the whole thing for a while, but there wasn’t really anything I needed to be worried about in the first place. I had taken the test before and knew what it entailed, but I still found myself feeling the jitters and butterflies of everyone’s fleeting friend known as nervousness.

Bright-eyed and bushy-tailed (wide awake with only 5 hours of sleep), I brushed all that apprehension aside and felt completely and utterly motivated to accomplish the task at hand. I walked through the doors and remembered exactly where I was supposed to go…No guidance needed, yo. My memory is pretty damn good, thank you. Sorry, my inner Jesse Pinkman decided made yet another appearance…The entire test as a whole went pretty well. It took me a while to type in my correct ID number (even though it was right in front of me), but that was just the nerves talking. I felt extremely confident whether I truly believed it or not.

And I had every reason to be…

No more of that old “unsure, putting down, low-self esteem bullshit” (pardon my English). Yes, believe it or not, I have self-esteem issues sometimes. There are times when I get stressed, as everyone does now and then, and feel like I am less than what I am. I used to put myself down pretty hard sometimes, feeling like I wasn’t good enough, even though I knew I was as every good as people said I was. With all that I just said, yes I will admit that those feelings creep up every now and again, but they instantly disappear as quickly as they manifested. Belittling confidence leads to stress, and believe me, the last thing I need is stress. Stress leads to my health getting worse, and my health getting worse isn’t the type of ride I’d like to endure anytime soon.

…I aced it. My results were printed out and the kind lady behind the desk told me I scored 94 out of 100, meaning I am eligible to take the 1010 English course, College Composition I. One below honors College Comp II. I tried to remember the score I had gotten two years ago when I took the same placement test, along with the math placement test. I found the old test score in a drawer of my desk and I scored 65 out of 100. An F…Honestly, the only reason my score was so low was because I seriously wanted to get the hell out of there. It was summer and I wanted to enjoy the weather. Can you really blame me?…This time I was more than motivated to score higher. I was so determined because if I didn’t, I wouldn’t be able to take the Psychology course I’d like to. Plus, it’s winter. I didn’t really want to go out into the cold, although I would rather be cold than hot.

Once I went over my score a couple of times with manic excitement, I made my way outside only to be greeted by freezing cold that is so typical of our Ohio winters. Don’t get me wrong, I still would prefer the cold to the humidity (even though I oddly prefer the headaches the humidity-ridden summer brings as oppose to the month-long colds the winter dishes out), but it was honestly pretty damn cold today. However, I didn’t find myself being bothered by the cold for very long. I sat down on the closest bench and admired the campus, watching a trio of squirrels scamper across the lawn, all the while being serenaded by Parkway Drive’s Winston McCall.

Gotta love metalcore.

All and all, today was a pretty good day. I accomplished a feat that had been pining away in the back of my mind for over a month. Goddamn immune system. As I said before, I feel like there is a huge weight off my chest. I can now register for spring classes, and it’s one less thing I have to worry about. I actually feel optimistic about the future, but at the same time, I don’t want to get ahead of myself. I will do everything that I can do at the moment, and worry about other obstacles when they need to be worried about and deal with them at the appropriate time. It’s as simple and uncomplicated as that, and I couldn’t be happier.

The girl with the raindrop tattoo is now the girl with the optimism boost.